Holding hands tightly,scared to let go,under a cardboard blanket they sleep, dreaming of each other,how lucky they are,best friends who never weep. The sanctuary of life keeps then happy,even though death will come too soon, food out of cans,a feast of someone's garbage,blessed to have a rusty spoon.
Rusty spoons,as others fight over which channel to watch,in a bubble, two, a home unknown,TV,a damn myth,survival is reality's real trouble. Awaking frozen,plastic bag shoes a donation from others caring, is that so? It that society's great hearts,laughing when sharing?
Share me a story,she asked,happy,her eyes wide and glistening, God sent me someone,a pure soul who cares,always listening. Listening as he told about hope right around any corner, she said hurry my love,I can not wait a minute longer.
A place of hope,no it wasn't a church,those doors long ago shuttered, neon lights,,rows of dreams,they shared Wild Turkey with each other. First the subway,then on to Coney Island,this fun they never missed, sitting on a bench enjoying that others were happy,they kissed.
A gift from God,a stranger's 5 dollars,they once were again human, with rusty spoons they feasted,for once others stopped assuming. That love comes with silver spoons wrapped in fancy covers, truth is,the two of them were forever friends and lovers.
Bound by fate,bound by God in this selfish,wasteful world, still seeing them happy made others skin curl. Misery loves company,but they were sated,at peace and together, through Hell and high water,in sunshine and stormy weather.
A great day,hope,food,hand and hand in this promised land. even strolled down the beach alive and dancing in the sand. Teaching us a lesson,everyone can be a wonderful human being, so never judge another,leaving their soul unseen.
